In light of recent events, I've written a song
(Verse 1) Update came, I clicked okay, Not knowing what would come my way, Boots up fine, looks all the same, Tech support's at a loss to blame.
(Chorus) Reboot one and reboot two, Stuck in a loop, don't know what to do, Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of brew, Curse this update, what did it do?
(Verse 2) Called support, they scratched their head, "Turn it off and on," they said, Gave it a go, but no luck there, Bootloop monster gave no care.
(Chorus) Reboot three and reboot four, Now we're throwing it out the door, Yo-ho-ho, what a cursed chore, Tech gremlins haunt us evermore.
(Verse 3) Searched the forums, read each tip, Tried a fix, the screen went zip, Flashed the BIOS, swapped the RAM, Bootloop mocks me, give a damn.
(Chorus) Reboot five and reboot six, Now we're trying all the tricks, Yo-ho-ho, tech plays its game, Round and round, it's all the same.
(Bridge) Oh, the stormy seas of code, Where bugs and glitches oft corrode, Our digital ship tossed by waves, Of ones and zeros, bits depraved. We'll brave this tempest, come what may, Through crashing screens and blue displays, With keyboard cutlass, mouse in hand, We'll debug this forsaken land.
(Verse 4) One last time, we'll give a shot, Follow guides, like it or not, If we fail, we'll raise a cheer, For days before updates were here.
(Chorus) Reboot seven, reboot eight, Face our technological fate, Yo-ho-ho, we'll celebrate, When we sail past update Gates.
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[ 0.24 ms ] story [ 16.9 ms ] threadTough Shit Wilson by Splodgenessabounds
Tough shit was born in Tennessee, He was deaf and dumb, measured 4 foot 3 He had one arm, one leg, no teeth and one plum. He married a girl in 62 she was a 60 year old leper called Mary Lou, But she died of cancer on her anni ver sary.
[Chorus:] They call him toughshit, toughshit Wilson Toughshit, thoughshit was his name
Toughshit was left with a baby son who died on leukemia at the age of one, And toughshit was left with his guide doggy called roach. Till one day crossing with his dog on a wee doach, But roach didn't see the coach approach And the wheels rolled gently over toughshits head.
[Chorus:] They call him toughshit, toughshit Wilson And toughshit was his name They call him toughshit And toughshit was his claim to fame
At tough shits funeral, no one came The vicar was late and it poured with rain, They dropped the coffin down a flight of stairs, But let us not forget toughshits pain And perhaps he never died in vain but when it comes to that Who fucking cares, not me I don't
[Chorus:] Toughshit, toughshit Wilson Toughshit was his name They call him toughshit, toughshit Wilson And toughshit was his claim to fame